|Celandine's Chronicle (celandineb) wrote in cels_fic_haven,|
@ 2008-12-01 05:56:00
|Entry tags:||coauthor: emiime, hp fic better the instruction, hp fic remus, hp fic remus/teddy|
HP fic: Better the Instruction (18/22) [Remus solo, Remus/Teddy, adult]
Title: Better the Instruction (18/22)
Authors: celandineb and emiime
Chapter pairings: Remus solo, Remus/Teddy; references to Remus/Sam, Remus/Sirius, Remus/other men, Teddy/Andrew.
Chapter rating: adult
Chapter length: ~10,600 words
Warnings: Wanking, incestuous fantasies, incest, nipple clamps, bondage, blowjobs, plugs, exhibitionism.
Summary: Remus finally gives Teddy his fifth lesson.
Note: AU (Remus survived the war). See here for complete story header with all pairings/warnings. Also here.
By the time January rolled around, Remus was more than ready for the holidays to be over.
Not that he hadn't enjoyed them; he had, very much indeed. He'd particularly enjoyed having Teddy home, and Andrew with him. The boys had ended up staying the entire week until New Year's Day, although both Teddy and Remus himself had to work again after Boxing Day. Teddy had asked if it would be all right, hinting that he was worried that Andrew might be lonesome, and of course Remus had said yes.
It had been good also to get to know Andrew a little. Andrew had held a couple of cooking lessons for Teddy, with Remus and Sam watching, until Teddy could produce shepherd's pie and also a delicious bean soup. Remus had had several chances to talk with Andrew alone, and found out that as he'd surmised, Andrew's parents had done very much what Sam's mother had, showing strong disapproval of their son's sexuality. Andrew didn't seem to want to say much--doubtless he felt awkward talking to his boyfriend's dad--but he did relax a bit over the week.
Sam had also stayed most of the time, although one night he'd had a charity event up in the north that went very late, and opted to go home to his own flat. "I have to water the plants, too," he'd joked, and Remus had smiled and told him that it was no problem at all.
He wondered, a little, if they would simply drift into living together. He wasn't sure if he was quite ready for that yet, although he grew more and more certain that eventually sharing his life with Sam was what he'd want to do. Better to discuss it, though, than simply slide into things.
No, it wasn't that he hadn't liked having a full house, with people he either loved or was enjoying getting to know; it was that he had grown used to living more or less alone, these past few years, and so it was pleasant to have just Sam, or even no one at all, across the breakfast table as he ate porridge and toast with marmalade and drank hot clean-tasting tea. It was also pleasanter at work once the holidays were over; no more temporary employees of dubious worth, and a much more relaxed feel overall.
The only thing that made Remus uneasy about the arrival of January was the promise he had made to Teddy that they would have the final two lessons soon. He knew that Teddy still wanted them, despite having gotten back together with Andrew, and so he'd managed to find a few moments when neither Andrew nor Sam was around, and told Teddy that they could have the next lesson on Sunday the fifteenth, figuring that he'd be sufficiently recovered from the full moon on the twelfth by then. Sam had another international trip coming up and planned to leave on that Saturday evening--he told Remus that they wanted him there the day before, but he felt he should try to be with Remus on Friday instead.
Remus was, as always, grateful for Sam's presence the day after the full moon, despite his protestations whenever Sam became a little too solicitous towards him. "For god's sake, Sam," he laughed weakly from his reclining position on the sofa, "I'm not an invalid!" Sam merely put down the tea he'd brought in and arranged Remus's blanket for him, dropping a kiss on his head.
"No," Sam said, "but I still like to take care of you." He paused as if he were going to say something else, then shook his head. "I like being around," he finished.
Remus wanted to ask what Sam had really been going to say, but he was too weary to debate, so only nodded and sipped at the tea. "I like having you around," he replied. He knew full well they needed to have a conversation about the ever-looming possibility of their moving in together, but it could certainly wait until Remus was feeling stronger and Sam had returned from his trip overseas.
Sam spent the night on Friday, and Remus fell asleep with Sam's hand rubbing reassuring circles in the small of his back. They passed Saturday with easy chatter and comfortable silences until Sam had to leave.
"I'd stay if I could," he said as he stepped towards the Floo.
"I know," replied Remus, and he did.
He turned back to the empty house and did his best to ignore the knot of dread forming in his stomach. Tomorrow would arrive sooner than he knew it, and he'd done nothing to prepare for Teddy's lesson. What was the lesson supposed to be, even? Remus made his way into his study and pulled a piece of parchment from the drawer--the parchment he'd charmed so many weeks ago to look like an innocuous grocery list.
Remus tapped the list with his wand and scanned past all the things he'd already done to--with his son, until he arrived at the one they'd be learning tomorrow. Of course--toys. Remus wondered if Teddy had been practising with the plugs Remus had bought for him--or if he was too busy putting something else inside him to even think of them.
No. Teddy couldn't have had sex with Andrew yet, or else why would he want the final lessons? Remus frowned. The lessons couldn't just be an excuse to be close to Remus--he and Teddy had been more at ease together in the past week than they'd been in a long time, each with his own chosen partner, as it should be. Perhaps he had better simply ask straight out when Teddy arrived. Teddy had inherited all his mother's stubbornness; it could be that he was determined to finish the lessons just because he'd said he would, not because he still really wanted to.
In any case, Remus had better think about what he wanted to teach, on the assumption that they would go ahead with it. Toys. Right. He stood, his joints creaking a bit, and went to look in the drawer in his bedroom where he kept them.
Teddy had his plugs--Remus had better send him a quick owl this afternoon, to remind him to bring those. Magical cleaning spells or no, it was better to stick with one's own toys for insertion, when possible. Remus frowned thoughtfully, pulling out a pair of nipple clamps and setting them aside. He could simply explain about harnesses, he supposed, but he chose a set of cuffs and a scarlet silk scarf that he'd used before as a blindfold.
In the back corner of the drawer was a collar, the thick black leather dry with age. Remus touched it with shaking fingers. He would not show Sirius's collar to Teddy. Nor would he bring out the flogger. He had it only because a short-term lover some years ago had enjoyed such play. Remus found nothing erotic in pain--he endured it too often unwillingly. If Teddy became interested in that sort of thing, he could learn the active part of it for himself, with Andrew or whomever.
Before he forgot, he went back to his study and scrawled a quick note.
When you visit tomorrow, bring the gift I gave you at our last lesson. I'll expect to see you at about one o'clock.
He wished that he had an owl of his own, but he didn't really need one that often. Instead he hurried out to Diagon Alley and to the post office, where he paid nearly a Sickle to ensure that Teddy would get the note that evening.
Returning home, Remus carefully arranged the items he'd chosen on the night stand in the guest room, and then went to his collection of erotic books to find several that illustrated the use of various toys, including those that they might use but also others. He sat on the guest room bed, flipping through the pages, marking some pictures to show Teddy. The wizards in the illustrations winked and grinned at Remus, demonstrating their skills enthusiastically, and almost despite himself, Remus found himself becoming aroused.
He had plenty of built-up tension--he and Sam had had sex on Wednesday, just before the full moon, but it had been a particularly painful transformation this month, and Remus hadn't been up for it--so to speak--since. But now, sitting on the bed in the guest room, looking at the erotic pictures, thoughts of Teddy filling his mind, yes, he was certainly growing hard in his pants.
Setting the book aside for the moment, Remus lay back against the pillows and unfastened his trousers, releasing his stiffening prick and giving it a few good strokes to get himself fully hard. He wanted to take it slowly, but he found he couldn't quite manage that, as he had become aroused quickly, and his erection was insistent. He shoved his trousers and his pants down around his knees and thrust up into his hand, smearing his precome over his shaft.
Best to just do it, he told himself, and maybe again tomorrow morning. It wouldn't do to come too quickly during Teddy's lesson tomorrow, he rationalised. He would have to be the picture of fatherly competence and patience tomorrow--not the easily-debauched animal he'd been the last time he and Teddy had shared this bed.
He glanced at the toys resting on the night stand, and began to pump his fist harder. He'd be using those on Teddy tomorrow, and he'd have been lying to himself if he'd tried to say the idea didn't turn him on. Hell--Teddy turned him on, period, and, yes, he could admit that to himself when his orgasm was impending, his balls tightening, his cock leaking precome.
He closed his eyes, then, and gritted his teeth, and he came with a cry that was ripped from somewhere deep inside him, spurting over his fingers, his spunk coating them and his cock and dripping onto his belly in puddles.
It was some time before Remus could move again, could fumble for his wand and clean up his mess.
"Teddy doesn't turn you on," he grumbled to himself as he pulled up his pants and trousers. He stood and smoothed the covers on the bed, trying to make himself believe that.
But the truth was that Teddy did, and Remus had had plenty of opportunities to demonstrate otherwise, but he hadn't been able to do so. Christmas had been lovely, and Remus was quite content with Sam (and, it seemed, so was Teddy with Andrew) but Remus couldn't help but remember, in sudden flashes, the taste of Teddy's mouth, the shape of his arse, the slide of his young skin against Remus's.
Remus was fairly certain he was going to hell, if such a place indeed existed.
He was more certain, however, that he could now manage to control his desires. He would get the chance to be with Teddy twice more, and that would be it. He'd make the most of those two opportunities, he promised himself, and then, desire be damned, it would be over.
Most of him was happy about that.
He heated a can of Scotch broth and made a toasted cheese sandwich for supper, and read a few chapters of a hilarious Muggle fantasy novel about the Apocalypse, quite effectively putting out of his mind for a while what he'd be doing the next day. Rather to his surprise he slept well.
As he'd planned, he masturbated again in the late morning--early enough that he should have no difficulties once Teddy was there, but late enough that he ought to be able to maintain control. It was merely a physical release, unsatisfying. He had cleaned up, eaten an omelette for lunch, and was sipping a cup of tea in the living room, looking at the spot where the Christmas tree had been, when Teddy arrived with a cheerful bang of the front door.
"Hullo, Dad," he called out. "Where are you?"
"In here," Remus replied, his grip tightening on the handle of his cup.
Teddy gave him a grin as he flung himself into a chair. His hair was bright green today, and long; Remus didn't think it suited him well at all.
"Have you had lunch?" Remus asked.
There was a slight flush on Teddy's cheeks, more than could be attributed to the cold air outside, and Remus guessed that Teddy had had lunch with Andrew. Or of Andrew. He pushed the thought away.
"I'm ready whenever you are," said Teddy.
Remus put down his cup and looked at Teddy seriously. "We need to talk a bit first. I'm not going to put off the lesson," he said, holding up his hand when Teddy opened his mouth with an indignant expression. "But I need to know why you still want to have these last two." He carefully did not say anything about Andrew, or Sam, but left it at that, waiting for Teddy to answer however he would.
Teddy scrunched up his face. "I guess... I mean, obviously I've been doing stuff with Andrew, yeah, but um. Not penetration." He was very pink now. "And what we have done, a lot of it was things I learned from you. Like rimming."
Remus nodded. Perhaps Andrew had been lunch, then. He tried hard not to picture it, but the harder he tried, the clearer the picture in his mind became: Teddy with his face buried in Andrew's arse, his tongue buried deep in Andrew's hole, Andrew writhing and moaning under Teddy's ministrations.
Remus coughed and tried to ignore the private show that his mind was delighting in putting on for him.
"And you haven't tried penetration at all? Why not?" Remus kept his voice soft and non-accusatory; he certainly didn't want Teddy to think he was being chastised.
Teddy sat forward in his chair and screwed up his mouth, looking at the floor. He didn't answer for a long moment.
"I guess..." he said finally, "I guess I just wanted you to teach me, like you've been teaching me all along. It wouldn't have felt right to try to figure it out with Andrew, you know? You're my teacher, Dad." He smiled and shrugged, still with his head bent, not meeting Remus's eyes. "I want to learn from you."
"And is that the whole truth?" Remus asked.
Teddy looked up, and he shrugged again. "Yeah, Dad. Why wouldn't it be?"
Remus shook his head. "Never mind." He set his teacup on its saucer on the table, and stood, extending a hand to Teddy. "You said you were ready. Are you, really?"
Teddy grabbed Remus's hand and stood. He nodded. "I brought the plugs, too, like you asked," he said, holding up a small carrier bag he'd had tucked in a pocket.
A lump formed in Remus's throat, and a knot in his stomach, but he ignored them both. "Good," he said, "I'd hoped you wouldn't forget them."
Teddy grinned. "Not a chance," he said. "I've honestly really been looking forward to this lesson. I mean, I've practised with them on my own a bit--I've only used the biggest one once, though--but I want to use them with you. Show you, you know, what I can do."
For a moment, it was as if Teddy were a little boy again, standing there in front of Remus, eager to show off his latest accomplishment--tying his shoes, counting to one hundred, casting Wingardium Leviosa. Remus shook his head and the mirage disappeared, and it was tall, grown Teddy standing there instead, with his ridiculous green hair.
"Do me a favour," Remus growled. He cleared his throat--he hadn't meant to sound so harsh. "Change your hair before we go upstairs."
Teddy looked remorseful, and he bent his head, and a moment later his hair was still shaggy, but short and brown. Remus thanked him and took his hand again.
"This will probably be a long lesson," Remus said as they went upstairs, and Teddy laughed.
"Am I supposed to be unhappy about that? Double Potions, yeah, but not a double lesson with you. How could you possibly think that's a problem?"
Remus laughed a little bit too. "Not so much a problem, I just wanted to give you fair warning. Maybe up through dinner. We could go out and pick up something afterward, if you like." Talking about dinner was something so normal that Remus was able to relax a bit again, despite hearing Teddy's gasp as he saw the things laid out on the night stand when they went into the guest room.
"Wow." He set down his own little bag and looked at the set of black rubber plugs that Remus had arranged in graduated sizes; the largest was considerably larger than any of those that Remus had given to Teddy. "Those are yours, I guess."
"Yes. Plugs can be shared, if you're very careful about cleaning them properly every time, but it's better, easier, to have your own."
Teddy touched--caressed, really--the biggest plug with a cautious finger, opened his mouth, shut it again, and then moved on to the other things: the clamps, the scarf, the cuffs.
"This scarf I've used as a blindfold, although you can also use them as ties, of course."
"Ties?" Teddy asked.
"Restraints. Like the cuffs, but it's a different sort of feel." Remus gave a tiny shrug. "Why don't we start by looking at some of the pictures in the books? Here." He was only wearing slippers on his feet, but he kicked them off and sat on the bed, pushing up the pillows behind them to lean on and picking up the top book. "Sit next to me."
Again, it was like having little-boy Teddy there with him, cuddled under his arm as they looked at a picture book together--just a very different sort of book, now. Remus turned to the first page he'd marked, which showed a handsome young blond man with his mouth rounded into an "o" as he tightened a pair of nipple clamps on himself.
"Since you like having your nipples stimulated, I thought that might be a toy you would like to try," said Remus.
Teddy sucked in an audible breath. "Wouldn't that be painful?"
Remus nodded. "Perhaps. It's the sort of pain, though, that some people enjoy. And you can adjust them to more tension, or less. I'll show you on your little finger before we try them anywhere else."
"All right," said Teddy, and he ran a finger over the picture. The blond man closed his eyes and wriggled in ecstasy as he tightened the clamps further.
Remus reached over Teddy and turned the page, and found he wasn't above giving Teddy's arm a caress as he did so. The next picture showed a couple, one swarthy and shaggy-haired, the other thin and blond and smaller. The blond man bent over the other, who was tied to the bed with scarves like the one Remus had shown Teddy.
"Oh," said Teddy, "What--what's he doing with his wand?"
"I'm not sure exactly," Remus confessed, "but it looks to be some sort of sex magic. Stimulation of the skin."
Teddy turned his face to Remus's. "Can we try that?"
Remus had never much cared for sex magic, preferring instead the warm, intimate touches of his lover's hands and mouth, and he told Teddy as much. "If you do decide to try it, though," he said, "you must read up on it first. Since I don't really care for it, I've only done it a handful of times, and those were so long ago that I'm not sure I remember everything properly."
Teddy looked disappointed, but he said he understood, and promised he'd do some reading if he decided to try any spells in bed.
"So, as you can see," said Remus as they paged through the rest of the book together, "there are many ways one can use toys, both alone, as you've experienced, and with a partner, as we'll experience today." A shiver ran down his spine, and Remus quaked and squeezed Teddy's shoulder. "Do you think you're ready?"
Teddy turned and hugged him hard. "Definitely," he breathed.
Remus hugged Teddy back, smoothing his hands along Teddy's back. "Let's undress, then," he said in the most business-like tone he could muster, which wasn't very.
Naked, Remus asked, "Would you like to try the clamps first?"
At Teddy's nod, he picked them up, then settled himself cross-legged on the bed. "Come here and take a look." He showed Teddy how the clamps opened and how they could be adjusted with the small screw, and then put one on Teddy's smallest left finger, as he'd said he would. "How does that feel?"
"It's all right." Teddy tried tightening the clamp, then loosening it. "Not quite what I thought it would be like."
"It will feel different on your nipple, of course," Remus told him. "This set comes from a Muggle shop. There are Wizarding clamps, too, which are spelled to tighten or loosen when the owner wishes, usually by giving a verbal command or sometimes a touch."
"Do you have any of those?" Teddy asked. Then he blushed. "Sorry. I don't suppose it's any of my business."
"No, it isn't." Remus relented when he saw how downcast Teddy looked. "But to satisfy your curiosity, yes, I own some Wizarding sex toys, but generally I find the Muggle ones as satisfying. You can charm them to move or vibrate--have you tried that with your plugs?"
Teddy turned even redder, but nodded.
"I thought you might have. That's a fairly straightforward charm, but if you're using Wizarding toys, sometimes the spells already on them react oddly to your own charms, and then you can end up at St Mungo's with embarrassing explanations to make."
"That would be awful." Teddy shook his head. "Okay. I want to try it properly now; will you put it on me?"
Remus swallowed, but he took the clamp off Teddy's finger and placed it on his nipple instead, then repeated the action with the other clamp. "Tell me when it feels tight enough," he said, loosening the screw to make the clamp tighten. Teddy had bitten down on his lip as he watched Remus work. "You don't want it to be painful, just stimulating."
"It's good," Teddy whispered after a moment.
"Too tight?" asked Remus.
Teddy shook his head, still gazing down at his now-decorated nipples. "No. It's really, really good. Will you do the other? Please?"
Remus nodded and moved to tighten the other clamp, and Teddy gave a great shiver as he did so, letting out a little huff and a moan. Remus's cock twitched when he did so, and it was only then that Remus realised he was becoming quite hard.
"Fuck, Dad," Teddy whispered, "That's brilliant. Hurts--but it's--my god."
Remus smiled. "Here, lie back," he said, and he guided Teddy onto the mattress. Teddy's cock was stiff and jutting proudly from his thatch of dark brown pubic hair, but Remus ignored both Teddy's erection and his own as he put a knee on either side of Teddy's hips and bent to flick gently at Teddy's nipples.
The shout that emanated from Teddy's throat caused Remus to stop immediately, panicking a little, his heat pounding against his ribcage, but he was determined not to let Teddy know.
"Are you all right?" he asked, embarrassed by the note of panic that coloured his tone, though he'd tried his damnedest not to let it.
"Fffffuck," was all Teddy could say, his eyes closed, his mouth open, panting. He grabbed at Remus's thighs with his hands, clutching desperately.
Remus had a feeling that if Teddy hadn't liked it, he'd be doing a whole lot more than just swearing and grasping. He bent over Teddy and tried it again, a little harder this time, and Teddy repeated his reaction, bucking up and swearing, his mouth opening and closing like a baby bird's.
And Remus, before he quite knew what he was doing, bent and kissed that mouth.
Teddy kissed him back, arching up, and though Remus kept kissing him, he didn't lie upon him, didn't press their chests, their groins, their bodies together.
He did, though, take Teddy's wrists in his hands, pinning the boy to the bed and squeezing, holding him tightly. Teddy squirmed just enough in Remus's grasp--not so much, though, that Remus thought Teddy wanted him to let go.
Slowly he brought the kisses down to a more subdued level, finally stopping altogether and backing away a few inches, although he still held Teddy's wrists to the bed. Teddy opened his eyes, blinking them rapidly.
"I'd say that was a success," said Remus, and Teddy nodded, his eyes fixed on Remus's face.
"Definitely." His voice was almost hoarse. "Um. Dad?"
"What is it, Ted?" Remus kept his reply noncommittal.
"It's true that there are people who, um, get off on pain, right?"
Remus nodded slowly. "Yes." He wasn't sure he liked the way this was heading, but he meant to answer anything Teddy asked--anything theoretical, at least, if not necessarily everything personal--as honestly as he could. He waited to see if Teddy had more to say.
Teddy swallowed. "Because when you tugged at the clamps, it hurt more, but it hurt really good. Does that mean I might be one of those people?"
"It might, but you'd have to try other things and see. That's an area of sex that I haven't experimented much with. A little bit of pain can be stimulating, but very much might have the opposite effect." Remus hesitated before adding, "It does to me. And this is not something we're going to do together."
"Okay. That's fair, I guess. I liked not being able to move much, too," said Teddy.
"I wondered if you did," Remus said. "Now that is something that I can teach you about today, if you'd like."
"Yes," said Teddy vehemently. "Do I have to take these off first, though?" He gestured at the clamps.
Remus considered. "For a lesson like this, it's better to only try one thing at a time. Then you can concentrate on how it makes you feel and not be distracted by other sensations. I'll give you the choice, though; would you rather try the cuffs now, or try putting the clamps on me?"
Teddy opened his mouth to answer right away, then snapped it shut and furrowed his brow, looking at Remus's face, then down at his nipples.
"The clamps," he finally said. "On you. I want to, please, Dad."
"All right," said Remus, and he brought his hands up to Teddy's no-doubt-still-sensitive nipples, and paused. "This may hurt a bit more than you expect, coming off," he said. "Are you ready?"
"I'm ready." Teddy nodded. "But why would it--"
The rest of his question was lost in a hiss as Remus began to unscrew the clamp adorning Teddy's nipple.
"Fuck, Dad." There were tears rimming Teddy's brown eyes, and he gazed into Remus's. Remus flinched inwardly--he had seen that look before, when a much younger Teddy had felt betrayed by his father, when Remus had cruelly forced him to eat his sprouts or had forbidden him to play outside alone after dark.
"I'm sorry, my boy," he said, bending to kiss the abused skin, "But I did try to warn you it might hurt."
Teddy bit his lip and nodded. "I know you did, but I didn't expect--why did it hurt so badly?"
Remus turned Teddy around and sat with his son in his arms so that his chest was pressed against Teddy's back, Teddy's legs inside the curve of Remus's own. His cock rested against the sweet swell of Teddy's arse, but he disregarded that. "Blood is flowing back to the area," he said. "It's like when your leg falls asleep--pins and needles. Surely you've experienced that."
"I have," said Teddy, "And I guess the longer we wait, the more the other one will hurt, right?"
"That's right," Remus replied. He kissed the back of Teddy's neck; it was damp and smelled of soap and nervousness. "But perhaps, if we take it a little more slowly this time, and you're ready for the sensation, you can find some pleasure in it, just as you did when the clamps went on."
After a moment, Teddy nodded. "Yes. All right. I'm really ready this time."
Remus dragged his hands across Teddy's chest, eliciting a shiver and a moan from Teddy. When he reached the nipple, he paused to give Teddy a moment to protest.
But Teddy didn't, and Remus began to unscrew the clamp, sucking and nipping at Teddy's neck to distract him from the sensation that Remus knew all too well from his own uses of the clamps.
Teddy swore and pressed himself back against Remus, one hand gripping Remus's thigh, and soon enough the clamp was off, and Teddy relaxed, slumping against Remus's chest.
"Brilliant," he sighed, and Remus kissed his neck again.
"My brave boy," he murmured. "All right, now? Do you want to put them on me?"
With hands that trembled, Teddy attached the clamps carefully to each of Remus's nipples, tightening them gradually with frequent looks at Remus's face to make sure he hadn't made them too tight. Remus smiled at him when they felt right.
"Can I touch them, like you did?" At Remus's nod, Teddy lifted his hands to play with the clamps, flicking at one and then the other and then both at once. He was still within the circle of Remus's legs, though facing his father now, and his prick swayed enticingly against his stomach as he moved. One of the toys Remus had not brought out to show Teddy, although they'd seen a picture in the book, was a cock ring; now Remus imagined one circling and adorning his son's cock, and shivered as much from that image as from the sensations in his nipples.
"Not too hard," he said when Teddy tugged with a little more force than Remus liked. "Not for me, that is. This is something that you'll want to experiment with, with any given partner."
"I know, like everything else," Teddy said. "I suppose there are times when you'd like it harder or softer, too."
"Yes," Remus agreed. "My reactions tend to be tied closely to the moon's phases, but they can still vary from month to month, even so. Women often have the same sort of cyclical pattern. Some men seem to also, even non-werewolves." He thought of Sirius, whose reactions might have been coloured by Remus's needs, but he'd never been certain.
Teddy nodded understanding, and touched his thumb to the clamp again, moving it just a bit. Remus sighed with the pleasure of the sensation, a jolt of heat spiking to his groin. "You're doing fine."
"Do you want to keep them on? I think I'm ready to try the cuffs, now," said Teddy. "If that's okay."
"Of course it's okay. I think I'd rather have you take these off first though, just for the practise of it." Remus was far more used than Teddy to the strong tingle, even pain, that occurred when the clamps were released, but he found himself biting his lip against it nonetheless, though Teddy was as gentle as anyone could be. "Very good," he assured Teddy when they were off and laid aside.
"Good," Teddy repeated softly. He held the clamps in his palm for a moment, looking down at them, then moved to place them on the night stand. "I'm ready," he said then, looking at Remus.
"All right," Remus said, "but perhaps we should take a short break. I'd really like us both to be able to, ah, make it through the lesson. If you know what I mean."
It took Teddy a moment to catch on, then he looked down at his erection, then at Remus's, and two pink spots appeared in his cheeks. "Right," he said. "Maybe that would be a good idea."
They lay on their stomachs on the bed for a little while chatting about this and that, as if it were the most normal thing in the world for this unlikely pair of lovers. Finally, Remus felt his erection had deflated enough that he could carry on with the lesson, and when Teddy rolled over onto his back, he saw that Teddy's cock was softer, too.
"All right," Remus said. "Restraints." Teddy nodded, his curiosity clearly piqued, and Remus continued.
"Why don't you get both the cuffs and the scarf from the night stand," he said, "And bring them here to me."
Teddy did as requested, placing the items on the bed between them.
"Since you liked it when I held you down, you'll probably like one or both of these methods, as well," Remus said, "though you may prefer to be held down by your partner--it's a more intimate sort of contact, though either of these will leave your partner's hands free for, ah, other activities."
"Oh," replied Teddy, "Yes, I suppose I hadn't thought of that last bit." He paused. "What about, you know, magical restraints, Dad? Like Incarcerous?"
Remus frowned. "As I said before, I'm not much of a fan of using magic in the bedroom, aside from cleansing spells. There are some wizards who do like to use magical restraints, but it's the same as magical toys--there are too many things that can go wrong."
"What could possibly go wrong with Incarcerous?" Teddy asked.
"There are things that can go wrong with any spell, as I'm sure you've learned," Remus replied, "and when a person is aroused, it can be more difficult to cast a spell successfully. I'll leave the rest to your imagination, and we'll stick with Muggle methods." He was not going to tell Teddy about the time that chains, instead of ropes, had shot out of his wand to affix Sirius to the bed, and it had taken nearly two full days to get him free again.
"I'm not going to tie your feet," Remus said. "Hands should be enough to give you a feel for it." He held up one of the cuffs. "You can see that this is padded, so it won't hurt, just restrain. There are quite a lot of different sorts. Some lock with keys, but this one just buckles around your wrist, and has a ring so that it can be attached to something else--like the bedpost--to hold you there." He smiled at Teddy. "People who are seriously into restraint may have more elaborate and permanent setups, but we're just going to use a bit of ordinary rope, and that I will conjure, since I forgot to bring any."
"And the scarf?"
"I'll put a cuff on one wrist, and use the scarf for the other. You can see if you prefer one or the other." Remus tied the scarf first, since it was a fixed length, having Teddy move to one side of the bed so that it would reach. "Comfortable?"
"Yes," said Teddy, pulling experimentally at the scarf. "Rubs a bit if I twist my wrist, but I expect that's inevitable."
"Pretty much. If it starts to chafe, though, that's a problem." Remus moved to Teddy's other side and fastened the cuff on him, buckling it carefully so that it was snug but wouldn't cut off the blood flow to Teddy's hand. Then he transfigured a spare pillow into a length of rope and tied that to the cuff, then the bedpost. When he had finished, Teddy's two arms were stretched out at an angle.
Teddy tugged at the cuff as he had done at the scarf, and said, "I think I like this one better. It feels more secure somehow."
Remus nodded. "I tend to prefer those myself. They can also be easier to get off; sometimes knots can pull very tight in a scarf or rope. Now." He took a breath. "Something I probably should have mentioned before is having a safe word. It's more important when you're trying more extreme things, like flogging, where you might suddenly decide you have had enough, but it's a good idea even with this type of play. A safe word is something you can say if you want to end what's happening, for any reason--and the other person will stop immediately when he hears it. Do you understand?"
"I understand." Teddy's face was solemn. "What's the safe word?"
"It can be anything, as long as both people agree on it. It's best to choose something you wouldn't say by accident, though, but something short and easy to say and remember." The word Sirius and Remus had used together was "socks"; Remus no longer recalled how they'd chosen it. "Why don't you think of something, since it's your word?"
Teddy paused thoughtfully, his expression at odds with his naked, bound body with the erection that had begun to return.
"Something I wouldn't say by accident... wow, I don't know..." he said. "Socks, or buttons, or something like that, I guess."
Remus cleared his throat and hoped his expression hadn't registered shock at the first word Teddy had suggested. "I think 'buttons' would be a perfectly fine choice," he said.
"Buttons," said Teddy, "All right. It feels a bit odd to choose a silly word like that."
"But that's precisely it," Remus replied, "The word is a bit silly--at the very least, it's a contrast to what can sometimes be quite an intense experience. The very second either of us hears the word 'buttons', it will take us out of the moment. But, of course, I hope we won't have to use it, Ted."
"Me, too," said Teddy, and he tugged at his restraints again. "So what do we do now?" he asked.
"Now," said Remus, "we have some fun."
He hadn't meant to say it in such a growl, and he hadn't meant to make Teddy shiver when he said it, but he did, and Teddy did, and Remus's cock gave an interested twitch. He could do anything he wanted to Teddy, who couldn't escape--kiss him anywhere he wanted, taste him, touch him, take him--
"I'm going to touch you," Remus said, struggling to forget what had just entered his mind, unbidden. "You'll find it's quite a different experience to be touched when you can't touch back--and when you can't control how the other person is touching you." He remembered how he and Sirius would tease each other for sometimes an hour at a time, the unbound partner doing his utmost to bring the other just to the brink of orgasm and no further, then back down again, over and over until one of them lost control.
He trailed a hand down Teddy's chest, scraping lightly with his fingernails. Teddy shivered and struggled against his restraints, and Remus could only smile, moving his hand down, down, until finally (and, god, how long had it been?) he touched Teddy's cock.
Teddy whimpered, there was no other word for it. Remus brushed along the hard length, and Teddy bucked his hips up, trying for more pressure, but Remus easily pulled his hand away. It would be simpler to do this if Teddy's legs were bound, too, but there were advantages to leaving them loose.
"Dad," Teddy pleaded. Moisture was beginning to well up at the tip of his cock, and Remus bent forward suddenly to taste it, holding Teddy's thighs down with his hands. Again he kept the touch light, teasing.
Then he abandoned Teddy's cock and instead began a leisurely exploration of the rest of his body, using both hands and mouth and paying careful attention to Teddy's reactions as he went. His own erection he ignored as best he could for the moment.
The ticklishness that Teddy had had as a young child had mostly disappeared, although Remus was able to make him squirm and squawk by licking his underarm. He was gentle with Teddy's nipples until Teddy begged him to bite harder. The insides of Teddy's thighs tempted him next; he caressed them at length, coming near Teddy's bollocks but never touching them, moving downward unexpectedly instead, to protests from above.
Eventually he stretched out next to Teddy, brushing the backs of his knuckles idly over Teddy's chest. "Do you want more?"
"You mean, wait longer to come?" Teddy asked. Remus nodded. Teddy bit his lip. "Um. All right. Yes."
Remus looked at him, still eager and open to anything Remus might do, and decided to push the boundaries just a bit. He knelt over Teddy's chest and thrust his hips forward. "Can you suck me, just for a little?"
Teddy lifted his head and Remus guided his cock into his son's mouth, only the tip of it--he didn't want to risk Teddy choking in the awkward position--and felt his balls begin to tighten as Teddy's tongue circled him. "That's enough," he said regretfully, far too soon. Teddy's lips and chin were wet and shining. Remus moved back and bent to kiss him, pressing his own cock to Teddy's. Teddy made a needy sound, pushing his hips up against Remus.
"All right," Remus said when he broke the kiss. He began to move downward along Teddy's body again. No more teasing, now; he would let Teddy come once, and then after a bit perhaps they could experiment with the plugs, as the last part of the lesson.
He took the tip of Teddy's cock into his mouth, suckling on the head, running his tongue over the ridge of foreskin. Teddy jerked and thrashed under Remus's ministrations, and Remus took in more of his son's cock, sinking down upon it and hollowing his cheeks to give it a particularly strong suck, then he backed off, teasing, giving gentle licks to the shaft and to the head, finally dipping his tongue into the slit again to taste the precome that was spilling over.
Teddy swore and swore and Remus hadn't heard such a filthy string of words come out of a young man's mouth since Sirius, and though in any normal situation he'd reprimand Teddy for even considering using such language, here it seemed right and natural, and Remus teased Teddy's bollocks as Teddy continued to swear freely.
It could only mean that Teddy was feeling utterly relaxed--and that, after all, was what Remus wanted. For this to be natural instead of sinful, for his lessons to be instructive instead of predatory.
He made noises of encouragement around Teddy's cock and began sucking it in earnest, gripping Teddy's thigh with one hand and teasing his bollocks with the other, dragging his fingertips over and over the tight, hot skin of Teddy's sac.
And then Teddy gave one last violent series of jerks and spilled into Remus's mouth, and Remus did his best to swallow the hot, salty fluid that his son so easily gave up to him.
He tried not to think about how he might never get to swallow Teddy like this again.
When Teddy was coming down from his orgasm, Remus pressed kisses to the insides of his thighs, then crawled up his body to kiss his mouth. Teddy turned away at first, then back after a moment in which he seemed to wrestle with himself, his eyes slitted and nearly black with his diminishing lust, and he opened his mouth under Remus's, and Remus shared Teddy's own taste with him.
"Fuck," Teddy finally gasped, "Dad. Dad, please let me go."
It took Remus a moment to realise what Teddy meant--at first the question pained him, but then he remembered the bindings, and he apologised and worked quickly to release Teddy from them, massaging the boy's tender wrists as he did so.
"All right?" he asked, lifting one hand to his mouth to kiss the palm.
"Yes." Teddy shuddered, and his other arm went around Remus. "Very all right," he said against Remus's chest.
They sat there, holding each other, until Teddy stirred and said, "You haven't come yet."
"Don't worry about that. I'm fine," said Remus, lying only a little. "There's more to this lesson still, you know."
Teddy turned his face to Remus, his eyes shining. "Can I show you what I do with my plugs? And, um, I want to see you use yours, if that's okay." He licked his lips, unconsciously, Remus thought.
"That's why I brought them out." Remus stroked Teddy's shaggy fringe back. "Why don't I go first?" After such an intense orgasm, Teddy might be more in the mood to watch than to perform right away.
"Yes," Teddy agreed.
Remus leaned over and picked up his largest plug, the one that Teddy had been so obviously excited by. "The only real difference between a plug and a dildo, by the way, is that plugs will have this sort of flared base so that you can leave them in, if you like." He coughed, remembering a time when he'd worn one all day, at Sirius's request, and nearly come in his pants several times. "You don't want to have something slip so far in that you can't get it out again.
"Now, what size you might choose depends partly on what you're going to do with it. If you are going to leave it in for quite a while, smaller might be better. On the other hand, as you've found out, as you use them more often a larger size might be more satisfying. There's no best choice overall, which is why having several can be good."
Teddy nodded, watching intently as Remus took the lubricant and smeared it generously onto the plug, then cast the cleaning spell on his arse.
"I'm going to start slowly. You can ask questions if you want," Remus said. He lay back, raising his knees, and brought the tip of the plug to his arsehole. His erection had subsided only a little as they'd cuddled and talked.
He didn't take his gaze from Teddy's face as he pushed the plug into his arsehole, but watched Teddy as Teddy stared, transfixed, at what Remus was doing. Out of the corner of his eye, Remus could see that, despite his recent orgasm, Teddy was brushing his fingers over his inner thighs and over his belly, coming near to his cock but not quite touching it.
"Sometimes," said Remus, remembering he should be instructing, "it can be very stimulating to just play with the plug, and leave your cock untouched. I'm sure you've realised this, but I thought it worth pointing out." Teddy nodded, still staring, as Remus gave one last push, sinking the plug in to the base.
He let out a satisfied sigh and closed his eyes, squeezing his arse to keep the plug inside, and just lay there for a long moment, fully aware of Teddy's gaze upon him. He so dearly loved being filled like this, whether with a tongue or fingers or a cock or a huge toy like the one in his arse now.
He stretched his arms above his head, arching his back off the bed and curling his toes, squeezing his arse harder around the plug, then spread his legs again and got down to business.
"As we discussed before," he said, starting to move the plug in his arse, "it's all right to use a movement spell on your plug so that your hands will be free to touch yourself or your partner. But there are advantages to using your hands on the plug as well--you can control the speed and depth of its movements better. Shallow thrusts--" and here he demonstrated these, pulling the plug almost all the way out of his arse and teasing himself with it.
Teddy leaned closer, watching.
"Or deeper ones," Remus continued, and he grunted as he pushed the plug in to the base once again. "You can go quickly, or more slowly, and you can change speeds whenever you like."
Teddy moved to sit between Remus's spread thighs, still watching, but not touching, not speaking. Remus spread his legs even wider, loving being exposed to his son's gaze like this, knowing full well he'd have limited opportunities to repeat the experience. One more lesson.
"You can also change the angle, although that's easier to do with something smaller." He demonstrated it nonetheless, pulling the plug nearly out and pushing it back with a more upward thrust, gasping a little.
Teddy's lips were parted, his breathing rapid as he focussed his attention on Remus, on the motions that Remus was making.
Remus let go of the plug, now fully inserted, and paused. "Ted?"
Teddy dragged his gaze upward to meet Remus's, but still said nothing.
"Would you like to ask anything, or do anything?" said Remus softly.
"It's so big," Teddy whispered.
"Are you wondering if it hurts?" Remus asked, but Teddy shook his head.
"If you like a plug that big, um. Is Sam..." Teddy turned bright red and didn't finish the sentence, but he didn't have to.
"No, I've never met anyone who had a cock as big as this," Remus reassured him. "It's different with another person. You've used your plugs--don't you think so?"
"I guess." Teddy looked down again. "I don't have anything to compare them to, yet."
Remus mentally berated himself. "You will have, though. For me, having something large makes the sensation more intense, and if it's just mechanical--if I'm by myself, not with someone--then that intensity helps. Does that make sense?" Having such a serious conversation with his son while his arse was filled with his largest plug nearly made him chuckle with the incongruity of it, but he repressed the laughter lest Teddy think he was laughing at him.
"Yeah, it makes sense." Teddy stretched one hand out, the other still resting on his thigh, near his now-stiffening cock. "Can I...?"
"Touch me? Yes."
Remus could have sworn Teddy whispered a Thank you as he leaned forward and wrapped his hand around Remus's cock without any preamble, stroking it hard--too hard.
"Slow down, Ted," he panted, "just a little, please." Teddy did as he was asked, rubbing his thumb over the slit to smear the fluid that had collected there, keeping his touches sure and firm, yet not too rough.
"Good boy," Remus praised him. "Do you--would you like to--" Remus was so aroused by the question that had come into his head that he could barely speak it aloud.
Teddy lifted his eyebrows, and Remus cleared his throat and tried again.
"Would you like to fuck me with the plug, Ted?"
The noise that emanated from Teddy's throat could only have been described as a whimper, and he nodded his head frantically, moving closer so that he could manoeuvre the plug and Remus's cock at the same time.
Remus lay back, overwhelmed by sensation, drawing his knees even further apart. As Teddy began his first tentative thrusts of the plug into Remus's arse, Remus matched the whimper that had come from Teddy only a moment ago.
His son was fucking him. Not with his cock, no, but fucking him nonetheless, and Remus knew he wouldn't last long, despite Teddy's unpractised thrusts, despite the poor coordination he showed when using both his hands on a partner. Despite all of that, Remus was being fucked by his son, and that thought alone was enough to make him want to start coming and maybe never stop.
"Yes, Ted," he groaned, needing to say his son's name aloud, to make it even more real, and Teddy whispered back Dad as he continued fucking him, harder now, jerking his cock ever more erratically.
Remus couldn't help himself--he reached down and covered Teddy's hand with his own on his cock and jerked himself nearer and nearer to completion. He could feel his own precome coating his fingers and Teddy's, too, as their fingers intertwined on his erection.
"Make me come, Ted," Remus choked out. "Fuck me and make me come."
"Ohgod, yes," and Teddy's voice was as thick as Remus's own as he thrust the plug into Remus's arse again and again, his other hand moving with Remus.
It was almost a shock when he came, spilling out in thick spurts, his arse clenching tight around the plug. Teddy tugged at it once more before apparently realising that he should stop, and instead bent his head over Remus's still-throbbing cock. Before Remus could do or say anything, Teddy had begun to lap at him, cleaning up every drop of spunk on Remus's belly and hands and prick.
"Dad," he sighed into Remus's skin. "God."
Remus rested his shaking hands on Teddy's shoulders, urging him up into an embrace. He felt the hardness of Teddy's cock against him. "Thank you, Ted." He kissed Teddy's hairline.
"I wanted to," said Teddy, muffled, "I wanted to really be fucking you."
"Next time," said Remus with a lump in his throat. "I'll show you how first, and then you can. Next time." He took a deep breath. "You could tell I very much enjoyed that, right?"
Teddy nodded against him.
"Would you mind some advice for improving?" Remus waited for a second nod, and went on. "It's just a question of practising, really, to use both hands together on someone else, especially if you're trying to have two different rhythms. But it's something you can practise alone on yourself in the same way. You understand?"
"Yes," Teddy said, pressing closer.
"All right. I don't want you to think you did badly, because you didn't, I assure you." Remus stroked Teddy's back, down to the rounded curves of his arse. "Now. I'm ready to take the plug out, and as I remember you were wanting to show me what you've been doing with yours."
Teddy scooted aside, and Remus reached down to slide the plug out slowly. As usual, he felt empty when it was gone. He set it aside, telling Teddy, "I'll clean it later. Never forget to clean everything before you put it away."
"Right," said Teddy. He was already reaching for the largest of his own plugs, as if he wanted to prove to Remus that he could handle being breached by something of considerable size as well.
Remus curled his fingers around Teddy's wrist, stopping him. "Are you certain you want to use that one?" he asked. "If I remember correctly, you said you'd only used it once."
Teddy nodded sharply. "Definitely," he said. "I can handle it. Especially with you here." He coloured and turned away after he said this last, probably embarrassed, Remus thought, that he'd said something almost--almost romantic. Remus pressed his lips together for a moment--not to show disapproval of what Teddy had said (despite what Teddy probably thought) but to suppress his own emotions, the ones he was almost certain were about to rise in him again.
You told him you could never be his lover, he reminded himself. And you won't be.
Remus knew this, of course. It had taken him years, though, to realise that his constant desire--his constant need, even--to be loved often interfered with what was right, or appropriate, or even moral. And here he was experiencing the same thing yet again, in the least right, the least appropriate, the least moral of situations.
Except that it was really only immoral when love entered into it, wasn't it?
Remus smoothed back Teddy's fringe and watched Teddy smearing lube on the largest of his three plugs, and was relieved to realise that the feeling of love that washed over him at the sight was purely of the paternal variety. As strange as it seemed, he was proud of his son, preparing the plug--and now his arse--correctly, as Remus had taught him, taking the time to do it right.
Teddy reclined against the pillows and spread his legs. "Are you ready to watch me, Dad?" he asked, and Remus felt that same wave of love wash over him again.
"Absolutely," he replied, and he smiled.
"Come and sit between my legs, won't you?" asked Teddy. "I want you to see me like I saw you."
Remus moved as requested. Teddy's arse was still nearly hairless, his dark pink hole inviting a taste. Perhaps next time. Remus wondered idly if Teddy ever morphed himself there.
"All right, Ted, whenever you like, I'm ready to watch you."
Teddy began slowly, teasing himself open with just the tip of the plug, circling it around the tight pucker and then slipping it barely half an inch in before repeating the process. "You taught me this, Dad."
"What?" Remus was confused. This was their first time using toys together, after all.
"You taught me--that it could be good--really good--to go slowly." Teddy's words came out in breathy spurts. He fondled his bollocks with his left hand as he continued to manipulate the plug with his right.
"I see. I'm glad of that," said Remus, pride welling up in him again. The lessons that he had been, still was, so ambivalent about were proving to be worthwhile, then. Teddy was learning what Remus had hoped to teach.
Gradually Teddy had worked the plug a bit further in, not quite to the widest point yet. His lips were parted, his forehead furrowed in concentration as he pushed it in and out.
"You look gorgeous like this, Ted," Remus couldn't help saying. It was true. Utterly debauched, fucking himself with a plug in front of his father, but gorgeous nonetheless.
"Really?" Teddy paused for a moment.
"Really," Remus assured him. "You should show Andrew, sometime. I'd expect he'd very much enjoy it, if he doesn't object to using toys like this, that is." Which Andrew might; some people disliked the idea, or thought of it as a kind of infidelity.
Teddy glowed with pleasure at the compliment and said, "Maybe I'll--ask him sometime." He pushed harder on the plug, and Remus watched intently as his arsehole flexed and widened, stretching around it.
"Oh--yeah," Teddy sighed as the plug slid all the way in, once he had opened enough for the widest point to enter.
Teddy looked even more gorgeous then, if that was possible, his arse twitching around the plug, his legs spread wide, beads of perspiration forming on his forehead. He puckered his lips and blew out a long breath.
"It's tremendously satisfying, isn't it, being filled like this?" Remus couldn't help but ask.
Teddy fluttered his eyelashes, probably unconsciously, but the action was arousing nonetheless. "God, yes," he replied, "I--" He stopped himself.
"You what, Ted?" Remus ran a hand up the inside of Teddy's thigh, then teased the sensitive skin where his thigh met his groin.
Teddy groaned. "I can't wait for it to be you," he choked.
A shudder scurried up Remus's spine, and he closed his eyes for a moment.
"I'm looking forward to that myself," he managed finally, trying to smile, trying to keep the mood light, trying not to think of the day when he would finally allow himself to sink balls-deep into his son's arsehole. Once. Only once.
He moved his hand to cover Teddy's on Teddy's bollocks.
"Let me see you fuck yourself now," he commanded in a low tone, and Teddy nodded and began to work the plug in and out of his arsehole, with slow and shallow thrusts at first, then deeper ones as he grew accustomed to the sensations.
Remus took his hand from Teddy's so he had a better view of the utterly arousing sight before him. Teddy hadn't touched his prick yet, concentrating as he was on the large plug filling his arse, and his prick bobbed up and down, leaving smears of precome on Teddy's flat belly. Remus wanted badly to touch it, but he wanted more to be able to watch Teddy's arsehole flexing as Teddy worked the plug in and out of his tight pink hole.
"My wonderful boy," Remus couldn't help but whisper.
Teddy smiled, then, but his brow was still furrowed as if he were concentrating hard.
"Do you really think so, Dad?"
"I always have," Remus replied. "I expect I always shall."
The smile turned wobbly as Teddy whispered, "Thank you." He blinked a few times, his stroke slowing, and then he asked, "Would you--would you fuck me the way I did you?"
The very idea sent a jolt to Remus's groin, his spent prick trying to twitch in interest. He stroked Teddy's thigh again, then moved his hand upward. "Of course."
He grasped the base of the plug and began to move it, following the same rhythm that Teddy had been using on himself, and heard Teddy gasp. Remus waited a few moments. When Teddy did nothing except rock slightly onto the plug, Remus murmured, "Touch yourself, with me," and guided Teddy's hand to his cock. They stroked it together, the slide of their fingers matching the push-pull of the plug.
Teddy's eyes were wide, dilated and dark, as on the cusp of orgasm he stared at Remus. "Please, ohgod, please..."
Remus knew what Teddy wanted. He wanted it too, and only the fact that he couldn't possibly manage to become erect again so soon--not at his age, not just after the full moon--kept him from breaking his promise to himself and taking his son right then. He pressed the plug into Teddy's body harder and faster instead, speeding up the movement of their hands on Teddy's cock as well.
"Come on, Ted, let go, come for me," Remus commanded, and with a wail Teddy did.
"Dad, oh Dad, oh yessss..." His voice trailed off in a hiss that was nearly a moan, and the pulses of come from his straining prick splashed as high as his chin.
Remus left the plug there, delighting to see the way Teddy's arse spasmed around it, and rubbed Teddy's cock tenderly until the last drops were spent. Then he did as Teddy had done, and licked his son clean.
Only one more lesson. The last. The words rang in his head as he held Teddy, then helped him ease the plug out and clean up, putting everything away where it belonged.
"Would you like to borrow any of the books?" Remus asked before taking them back to their shelf.
Teddy bit his lip. "Why?" he finally asked.
"Oh," replied Remus, turning to him, "for, ah, inspiration? Or to show to Andrew, perhaps? Although I suppose that also falls under the category of 'inspiration', doesn't it?"
Teddy grinned then. "I suppose it does," he said. He ended up borrowing three of Remus's books--two with Wizarding photographs and one Muggle--promising he'd keep them in good condition until he and Remus met again.
"And when will that be, Dad?" Teddy asked. "I mean, when will we have our next lesson?"
"Our final lesson," Remus corrected, not without a trace of sadness in his voice. "I don't know, Ted," he continued. "We'll have to work something out."
"We always manage to work it out," Teddy said, stepping towards the Floo.
"That we do," replied Remus, and he stepped back to allow Teddy to go.